If you drop a hammer on your foot, it’s hardly useful to get mad at the hammer.
And you must talk to him. Tell him he is a pretty cat, and a good cat…
I will FEED him.
"At 0800 hours, Station Time… the Romulan Empire formally declared war against the Dominion. They’ve already struck 15 bases along the Cardassian border. So, this is a huge victory for the good guys! This may even be the turning point of the entire war. There’s even a ‘Welcome to the Fight’ party tonight in the Wardroom. So… I lied. I cheated. I bribed men to cover up the crimes of other men. I am an accessory to murder. But most damning of all… I think I can live with it. And if I had to do it all over again… I would. Garak was right about one thing – a guilty conscience is a small price to pay for the safety of the Alpha Quadrant. So I will learn to live with it. Because I can live with it… I can live with it.
Computer – erase that entire personal log."
Just an aside, wouldn’t it be an INTERESTING episode if someone had saved that admission and used it to extort Sisko?
May we never find space so vast, planets so cold, heart and mind so empty that, that we cannot fill them with love and warmth.
“Your gods have granted the captain a powerful vision.”
“Or else, he took a very lucky guess.”
Gracie is pregnant.
:: screech ::
“I warn you, if you do not lie on the floor, I vill haf to stun you.”
“Go ahead. Stun me.”
“I’m wery sorry, but…”
click bzz
“Heh… must be the radiation.” throws the phaser and leaves
Everyone remember where we parked.
James T. Kirk: That’s simply the way they talk here. Nobody pays any attention to you unless you swear every other word. You’ll find it in all the literature of the period.
Spock: For example?
James T. Kirk: [thinks] Oh, the complete works of Jacqueline Susann, the novels of Harold Robbins…
Spock: Ah… the giants.
Save your energy. Save yourselves. Avoid the planet Earth at all costs. Farewell.
A question! Since before your sun burned hot in space and before your race was born, I have awaited a question.
Check the circuit.
All operating, sir.
On the screen, then.
“Care to join us?”
“Well, if you’re giving me a choice, I…”
“I’m not.”
Relieve Commodore Decker of command, Spock. That’s a direct order.
We’re not playing it your way anymore, N’Vek. I’ve been kidnapped… surgically altered… put in danger… I’ve gone along with all your plans. Now you are going to listen to me. You figure out how to let the Enterprise track us, or I will go to Toreth and tell her I’ve discovered you’re a traitor. I’ll order you ejected into space; is that clear, Subcommander?!
Only a veruul would use such language in public.
My performance was unimpeachable.
It’s not you I hate, Cardassian. I hate what I became, because of you.